Princeton HHH HASH #514.4 
               (Founded by Joe "Hop-along" Burns in 1979)

Date: July 12, 1995 
Weather: So hot and humid that Dry Martinez was Wet
Venue: Sourland Mountains
Time: 53 minutes
Set By: Trash Can
Hashers: IUTHW, My Lips are Seals, Dry Martinez, 242, Ro Jo, Wacko,
         Jeff Moriarty, Damien (Big Steve), The Milkman, Delay Lllama,
         Jason "NFN" Huse, Safe Sweats, John "Deja Mud" Young!!!!,
         Ned the Boy!! 
New Boots: IUTHW's brother, Female friend of 242 #1, Female friend of
           242 #2, Female friend of 242 #3, Male friend of 242 #1 whose
           family of 12 lived in a Ford Van for over 200,000 miles,
           (242 is rapidly surpassing the Madam for importing warm
            bodies to the hash!)

IUTHW's brother, That is Scott

Female friend of 242 #1,  That might be Susie Douglas - Outdoor Action guru 
	and chief beaurocrat. 
Female friend of 242 #2,  That might be Anne Marie - Susie's roomate 
	and also hard-ass super camping woman.
Female friend of 242 #3,  That might be Christine the Prudent who 
     	required 1 year (exactly) of patient prodding until her discression 
	fell low enough to have half a mind to hash. Her ass, I understand 
	feels better today. 
Male friend of 242 #1 whose family of 12 lived in a Ford Van for over 
	200,000 miles, - That would doubtlessly be the infamous Wayne 
	Collier - Wild man, hell bent on heaven. 


	IN SEARCH OF BIG NUT - or - SOUR GRAPES IN THE SOURLANDS 

and so it came to pass that in the 15th year of the PHHH a new form
of newsletter was attempted - the communal newsletter - simply
add your thoughts and commentary regarding this week's hash and tack it
on to this tome and resubmit it to the NET (phhh%cdi@princeton.edu)
for more iterations of vituperative amertume.  Ready... begin...


The female friend #1 of 242, aka Christine Bucher, on her maiden PHHH voyage 
through the jungles of Sourland Mountain, experienced an unforseen bit of 
nature.  Whence she encountered a swarm of bees, whose Queen took unkindly 
to her presence, the loyal soldiers attacked the fleeing Christine and 
bit her in the butt!  Oooooooooooooh!  Ouuuuuch!  Poor Christine.  (sob, 
sob)  Enraged with anger, she contemplated returning to slay the Queen.  
However, the bellowing crys of ON ON up ahead suddenly captured 
Christine's attention, and drew her onwards, towards the treasure that 
lay ahead.  Thus, the Queen bee survived, and Christine made it to the 
beverage chest, albeit a little bit sore.  

MLAS




NEXT HASHES:

        #515.4  Wednesday July 19th     6pm     LRF sets
        #516.4  Wednesday July 26th     6pm     Big Steve sets
        #517.4  Wednesday Aug 2nd       6pm     Solo sets
        #518.4  Wednesday Aug 9th       6pm     Safe Sweats sets
        #519.4  Wednesday Aug 16th      6pm     242 sets

To set or not to set, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows of Wacko's vituperative amertume, or lay
abundant marks on vast unspoiled terrain and by setting in a straight line,
be ridiculed further. To set, to hash no more, or by scouting circumvent the
rocks and shiggy that flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation devoutly to be
wish'd. To set, not hash. For to hash, perchance to follow Big Nut--ay,
there's the rub.